30th September

Dear Diary

green seems a little blue today, upon waking up I went to his bedroom and noticed he was getting all worked up about one thing or another. I just assumed he had been banging on about recruitment again and was thinking up his next shittest outlandish idea but then he began hammering his fists on the table and I knew there was more to this than just another campaign for retarded marketing or how best to get new mobsters under your wing.

I figured I'd just come out and ask him, that way I wouldn't have to put up with the little cunt an irritable green for the rest of the day. He looked relieved that I'd asked, mainly because if anyone was gonna save the day, it was definitely me. green always relied on me to get things done and I assumed this time was bound to be similar to the countless other occasions where I had bailed him out of some kind of misery or trouble.

That was when he told me his dilemma and what a dilemma it was...n't. He'd been at his wits end all morning trying to come up with a speech to announce that Kurgan had given him the green light to strike out on his own over in Vegas. After explaining to him this wasn't the fucken Oscars and in actual fact there were 2 key points to consider in that 1 - Nobody knew who he was and 2 - Nobody gave a fuck, he shouldn't be worrying about such things. Finally after a moment of stunned silence, to which I initially thought had been a stroke, green concurred with my sentiment and seemed to relax. In turn this gave me several things to ponder. One was that if my little green eyed monster was off to become a leader out in Vegas, the odds are he'd be depending on me to help out do everything. The other was that it meant I'd have to actually do some work for once if I came over too. Finally I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be making the hop across to Vegas as well and that I had better start working on my best poker face.

Later that day green purchased himself a real shitheap some prime real estate on The Strip, it was a fantastic location and would be the key to building a solid gambling destination for people to visit. Myself and green were well aware that there were several others currently running businesses out of Vegas and that if we were to compete we must hit the ground running, I knew that it was important we put some plans together right away to ensure we got a foot hold in Vegas early on. I entered green's office to find him sleeping over his desk and after several attempts to wake him I decided to give up, typical that after setting up his HQ he would nod right off.

Eventually I decided to head out for a while and get to know the city a bit better, maybe I could even recruit some new guys to come work for the green regime, I'd need some help if I were to carry this crew to greatness while green stood at the helm. Sadly, the night ended uneventfully and everyone I met told me to leave them alone. Never mind though, tomorrow would be a new day and green would wake up invigorated and ready to go nice and early!

Fitz

1st October

Dear Diary

green didn't wake up until 3pm the next afternoon. Meanwhile I've been busy helping the builders with the forts, mainly by shouting that things weren't in the right place or that the security doors were on the wrong way round. That's the last time we hire those fucken cousins of Kurganagain! Once sleeping beauty green finally awoke from his slumber, albeit a little red faced, he managed to get some actual work done. The local cops had locked up some friends of ours and green was determined to get that extra unit get those guys out, fortunately with the help of several other mobsters the jail was cleared of all our guys and with the cops none the wiser! Well, at least not until they arrived to around 170 empty cells.

Other than that the day was pretty uneventful tbh, I'd given Kurgan a call to ask if there was anyone of use who might help us out with the building work and he'd put me on to MoeLester, who was a kind enough chap but wasn't the sort of guy you'd leave with your wife, or dog tbh.

That evening green was excited, there was an upcoming poker tournament that a big shot called Squishy was running and everyone knew how much green loved his card games. He had asked that I be there to show my support, however I explained to him that not everyone got to lie in til late afternoon and that I'd have to be up early again tomorrow to watch over some new workers now that those plebs Kurgan had sent us were finally gone. Apparently this time his RH Moe "knew a guy"... I just hoped it wasn't that GlennCullen prick.

Fitz